hot toddie, anyone?

On Thursday we had a fun little party. We served cookies, hot toddies, and spiced cider, a good way to warm up on a cold, rainy winter night. Amusing coversation, laughter, gossip... The party did come to a momentary halt when a stool Tim was sitting on while holding Jonah caved in. The two of them came crashing down on our handsome wood floors. The guests' eye balls nearly popped out of their sockets and my heart stopped for a moment. No one was hurt. Jonah remained close to Tim's chest the whole time, never leaving his dad's arms or touching the floor. He got scared regardless and cried like never before, nearly shattering the glass window pains. Poor little bear. He eventually calmed back down and went to sleep, but boy, I'll never forget the sound of that cry.